Drop drop drop.
Every two minutes or so, drop drop drop. Tony watched the IV slowly empty of it's clear liquid as the hours passed. He felt horrible. His stomach was torturing him, he clenched his muscles each time a wave of pain arrived.
He felt a dropper of pain medication being hooked to him. He was sweaty and disgusting, humbled, not the Tony Stark anyone knew. This Tony was an animal, he was whimpering even as the pain fleeted, he clenched is teeth, body shaking with every breath.
Soon he couldn't take it any more. He closed his eyes, breathed shakily, and fell asleep.
When he woke up he was looking down at a different man. There was a tube sticking out of his stomach, a set of tubes in his abdomen, he was hooked to six different machines, and the whirring and buzzing was giving him a headache. Tony moved a weary hand to wipe his forehead, his whole body leaking and glistening with sweat. He felt like crap, and his stomach was growling, even though he knew his liver would kill him if he ate anything. Dear God, why did he have to drink so much alcohol? Why couldn't he be smart and listen? But no. He was Tony Stark! He had his own way, every day no matter what.
Tony's always on top. Pepper's teasing brought him back to the real world. He remembered her and suddenly wished to see her, badly, for she probably hadn't heard the news. He called for a nurse and asked if Pepper had been notified. The nurse said the hospital hadn't called anyone and so Tony asked if the nurse would be so kind as to call Pepper and have her cone see him. The nurse nodded and went off to make a call.
Tony thought about his other...'friends'. Should he call the Avengers? Surely Bruce would care, and maybe even Clint. Thor certainly seemed to care for all of the group. Yes. Tony needed help, and he would do the same if any of the others were...dying. Tony decided he would call in the Avengers, as he was now battling a monster, even if the monster was inside him.
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